WHERE shall I take my love? I'm weary, Where rest obtain? The day was cold, the evening 's dreary, No house I'll gain -- In barren fields, through darkness pressing, No one is near; Where with my love I'm rest possessing Must not be here. What shall I do with my love, weighing So heavily? Shall I it from the world conveying Sink in the sea? But then 't would sleep in depths receiving No sunshine fair; So I must therefore, my love leaving, Consign elsewhere. Where then shall I with love be driven? To yonder hearth? Ay, there unto the greatest love is given Its righteous worth; And as, from store of fagots feeding Piece after piece, For other's joys, not mine, aye pleading, Find happiness! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHARACTER OF HOLLAND by ANDREW MARVELL WOMAN'S BEAUTY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 12. ON RECOVERING FROM A FIT OF SICKNESS IN COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE AN EMISSARY TO HEAVEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: AT MY WORD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FUTURITY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO BETTINE; THE CHILD-FRIEND OF GOETHE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |